Breezes
salty drops ooze from my essence,
rolling with assurance to expand and fill
another unsuspecting pore
layers of stubborn heat between
my skin and the world
smells thick and still
a cocoon of must envelopes my soul
and slows me to a dizzying pace
as my mind is forced to picture
deceitfully cool images
ah, but for a breeze.
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